The black broken sword was already freezing cold. Three sword-making elders gathered around, and several disciples who helped hold the iron pliers holding the sword hilt hurriedly got out of the way.
The Great Sword Forger Li Gang took over the handle of the tongs and was about to take the whole sword over and heat it again.
'Crack! '
Li Gang exerted a little force, and a crisp sound of breaking came.
"It still doesn't work?" Mei Jun, the third elder of Sword Making, frowned.
Li Jun took the hammer and placed it on one side of the chopping board. He watched the crack at the interface of the broken sword getting bigger and bigger. As Li Gang dragged it, the sword broke into two pieces. The crack in the black broken sword was very obvious. , the molten iron just now did not connect with the black mouth of the broken sword at all.
All the efforts of the sword-making elders were in vain.
Everyone present sighed in despair.
Li Jun, the second sword-guarding elder, looked at the black and simple broken sword, and asked Li Gang, the sword-making elder, "How many times has this happened?"
Li Gang looked disappointed, "Including this time, it's been seventeen times in total."
"It has failed seventeen times. In my opinion, it is better to give up the idea of continuing this sword! Although this black sword is one of Li Zong's treasures, its weight is countless times heavier than ordinary swords. , No one can move this half of the broken sword, let alone a complete sword. Even if it is a top-notch sword in the world, it is still a useless sword if no one can handle it." Li Jun continued.
Li Kun heard the words and walked over. Several sword-making elders looked at Li Kun and sighed: "Young sect master, please forgive our incompetence."
Li Kun bowed to Li Gang, the great sword-making elder, and replied: "Uncle Li Gang, this sword has been unsuccessful for many times. You don't have to blame yourself. I don't think even if my father is here, he won't I blame you, since Uncle Li Jun has said that even if this sword is reattached, no one has the strength to use it, so let’s just give up on it first.”
Li Gang heard the words, nodded, and replied: "This black broken sword is made of a special material. Except for the dark color, it looks the same as an ordinary broken sword in other places. In fact, it is many times heavier. How many times do we have it?" Only the sword-making elders working together can lift it
Its ability makes it useless to use this sword unless the user has extremely deep inner strength or is born with divine power. In this case, let's leave it aside for now. "
Li Kun nodded, "That's exactly the reason."
Li Gang scooped up a few ladles of cold water and cooled the remaining warmth completely, then he said to Li Yi, the second elder of sword making, and Mei Jun, the third elder of sword making: "Leave the sword here for now. The strength of the few of us now, even with our combined strength, is not enough." It’s time to stop moving. Let’s all take a rest first.”
Hearing this, the two nodded, and Li Gang said to Li Kun: "Young Sect Master, please wait in the outer cabinet for a while while I and the others change their clothes and wipe off their sweat before we come out for the meeting."
Li Kun clasped his fists and said to several people: "Thank you, elders."
Li Jun, the second elder of Sword Guard, was here to help. He picked up his robe, wrapped it up, and said to Li Kun: "Young Sect Master, please!"
Li Kun and the two elders Shoujian walked side by side to the outer pavilion of Zhujian Pavilion.
In the outer pavilion and side hall of Zhujian Pavilion, several young men were serving tea. Li Jun and Li Kun were drinking tea and waiting.
Not long after, the three sword-making elders came to the side hall.
Li Kun stood up to greet him, and everyone sat down.
Li Gang brought the tea, drank it all, and said to the boy serving tea on the side: "It's full!" After three cups in a row, he quenched his thirst.
"Young Sect Master, I wonder how Sect Master is doing now?" Li Gang finished drinking tea and asked Li Kun.
Li Kun said: "My father is still in a coma, but Uncle Ruan Zhong said that it will only take a few days for my father and Uncle Qin to wake up. However, the fire poison of the meteorite iron is so strong that it cannot be completely eliminated. I just need a better famous doctor.”
Li Gang frowned and said, "Is this iron fire poison so powerful?"
Li Kun nodded, "That's true, so I'd like to ask the sword-making uncles to be careful with the red meteorite iron that Yongchang brought back."
Li Gang frowned and said, "I've seen that meteorite iron, and it's indeed a good material for making swords. According to your words, this meteorite iron is seriously poisonous, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to cast."
Mei Jun, the third sword-making elder, said happily: "This piece of meteorite iron is very poisonous. If I forge a sharp sword, it will be a highly poisonous sword. It will definitely scare the bastards in the world!" Dao You likes to take a deviant path, and he is not afraid of the backlash after hearing the poisonous meteorite he brought back this time.
Hearing this, Li Gang frowned and said, "Third brother! This fiery red meteorite iron is so poisonous that even if it is made into a sharp sword, it cannot be used!"
"Brother, why is this?" Mei Jun frowned in confusion.
"Have you ever seen that famous sect in the world who uses poison swords to become famous? Sects that use poison have always been despised by the world. Even if this sword is forged, it is not easy to use!" Li Gang sighed.
Mei Jun said: "Brother, feeding poison on the edge of a sword is something that people in the world despise. Our sword is originally made of poisonous iron and does not count as poison."
Li Gang frowned and said, "Okay, you are so ridiculous. Let's not talk about it for now. We will discuss this matter when the sect master wakes up."
Mei Jun reasoned: "Haha, brother, I don't care. The broken sword can't be restored anyway. Why don't we mess with the meteorite we just brought back..." Mei Jun thought of the red meteorite Once the iron is forged into a sharp sword, it will definitely become famous in the world, far more powerful than the swords in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, which is a bit irresistible.
"No, let's wait until the sect leader wakes up before we discuss it!"
"Hmph!" Mei Jun snorted coldly, stood up, and turned towards the Sword Forging Cave.
Li Gang shouted: "What are you doing?"
"You can't touch it, can't you look at it? There's nothing going on here. You can discuss it among yourselves. I'll go take a look at the red poisonous meteorite." Mei Jun turned around and left.
........
As the young sect leader, Li Kun was always a junior in the eyes of several elders and had almost no right to speak. He had to sit on one side and listen to the discussions of several elders.
Li Gang cupped his fists at Li Kun and said, "Young Master, please forgive me, you also know the temper of this third child."
Li Kun waved his hand and said: "Uncle Li Gang, it's okay, it's okay. I came today just to see the situation of the broken sword. Since there is no way to continue, there is not much to discuss, so my nephew will take his leave. When my father wakes up, how about we come over and discuss what to do with that piece of meteorite?"
"That's fine, that's fine." Li Gang replied.
The seventeenth attempt to break the sword was fruitless, and the red poisonous meteorite iron could not be moved for the time being. Everyone discussed this and dispersed.
...
To the northwest, vast mountains and mountains stand tall.
Daguishan is one of them. There is a quiet small village in the mountain, Hejiacun.
In a dilapidated thatched hut with only four walls, the smoke had just died out and steam was rising inside.
"Hey, Old Man Li, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, when do you think our Xiaoyu will come back?" An old man with a beard and coarse clothes stirred a pot of fragrant dog meat on the table with chopsticks, then reached out and grabbed a handful of the table While muttering the coriander on the side, he stirred the chili powder into his bowl.
The person speaking was none other than Xiaoyu's master. His surname was Yuan. His last name was the character "bone". He was the third eldest child in the family and was called Yuan San. The old man is none other than Li Changgeng, the old man who took Xiaoyu around begging for food since he was a child.
Xiao Yu, also known as Ji Ruge, was taught the art of disguising his bones by the old man. The old man also gave him the skill diagram of Qi Lingbu. As for the swordsmanship of the Eighteen Styles of Can Sword, it was the round-faced master Yuan. Awarded by three.
Old Man Li sprinkled some salt into his bowl, grabbed some minced green onion from one side and sprinkled it on, and replied: "Just wait and see, it's not the beginning of winter yet, and it's not the time for this kid to come back."
Yuan San frowned again and said, "Do you think this kid went out smoothly this time?"
Old Man Li had already dipped his chopsticks into the pot several times. He dipped a large piece of dog meat in the water and put it in his mouth. He replied: "It went well, of course it went well. Our kid didn't go well that time, and he didn't go well this time either." Same, so don't worry, he has a lot of good ideas in his mind, so he can't afford to suffer."
"Haha, yes, there are many good ideas." Yuan San chuckled. In addition to leaving Xiao Yu's skills, the two of them did not leave any other bad water problems to Xiao Yu. Both of them knew it well.
Good ideas are always bad ideas.
"Eat, dog meat is delicious, one dog a year. This year this dog is very strong, has a lot of meat, and is fragrant!!" The old man heard this, pointed to the dog meat in the pot, and greeted Yuan San, Xiaoyu's master.
"Dong dong dong..."
"Dong dong..."
There was a rapid knock on the door.
Yuan San stretched out his sleeves and wiped the grease from his mouth. While chewing the dog meat, he shouted: "Who is this? This is a Mid-Autumn Festival. If you are not at home for the reunion, why are you leaving it in front of our house?"
"Go, open the door, you stole the dog!" The old man pointed to the rotten wooden door and said to Yuan Sand.
